"Things don't go as they should, I suppose?"
"Let me tell you something," replied the giant, firmly; "if it is just the same to you, I would rather not talk on that subject."
"Ah, really? Poor fellow! Yes, these women!"
"Not so quickly, cousin—my deceased wife was a model of a woman."
"True; when she died I knew you would never find another one to equal her."
"My little Caillette is just like her."
"Undoubtedly. When I saw the little one last, about six years ago, she was as pretty as a picture."
"She is seventeen now, and still very handsome."
"What are the relations between your wife and you?"
"They couldn't be better; Rolla cannot bear the little one."